Patience, or Not

Your stony silence:
Fertile imagination,
Creates stories
From nothing.

Escape me this world:
Else I may lose my mind,
Shaking from the cold
Inside.

Wait me this boy:
Impatience grows,
Cruel, sullen, slow
Hesitation creeps

Outside:
Swing both ways,
Living proof of a livid
Angel in disguise.

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